what i've been doing lately,
the rooftops i have scaled
& dropped from, finding
copies of shakespeare
along the way.
reading about the weather
in places i will never go,
people i won't dare approach &
the ones i do, they make me feel
childish. the hands of a clock turn
backwards at an impatient glance,
the boy at the cafe knows me by name,
i show up to university without a pen.
exhausted, more than ever
i still try to make it up to you
but poor, spent & with barely
a train of thought to follow.
in a while it won't seem
so bad.
i miss kisses on the cheek.
i miss pouring money into copy machines
& then meeting at the wastepaper bin,
supergluing coins to the ground &
smiling when i saw them later.
i miss evening walks with the blues
& black ink leaking in my bag.
wasting your time, because it was there,
finding you had the greatest intuition
& cut-outs of newspaper articles!
from the telegraph, not the herald,
but this can be forgiven. oh, to
think that delusions twice over
don't make anything right, & so
i keep reading about the weather.
it's raining in madrid today